My wife is very drunk

Chapter 65

Qiao Yunzhong's words became more and more emotional: "You know, every time I see you pretending to be strong and carrying everything by yourself, I feel very distressed, and I just want to protect you and let you No more crying alone alone..." Qiao Yunzhong couldn't help himself at the end, and hugged drunk Ai Ai tightly into his arms.

Drunk Ai Ai heard such affectionate words, with mixed feelings.

She never thought that Qiao Yunzhong had such thoughts for her long ago, never thought that Qiao Yunzhong would try his best to support her.

"Stop talking, big brother..." Zui Ai Ai burst into tears, covered her mouth, and rushed out of the teahouse.

When she was still a girl, she also imagined that there was such a prince who came on a white horse to save her from panic, fear, and displacement.

It seems that the wish of Girls' Generation is coming true, but she can't even accept it.

"Ai Ai..." Qiao Yunzhong was anxious to chase her out.

"Sir, you haven't paid yet..." the waiter stepped forward to remind.

Qiao Yunzhong hastily took out the wallet from his trouser pocket, took out two big bills, and handed them to the waiter: "No more money."

When he chased out of the teahouse, Zui Ai Ai had disappeared.

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Drunk Ai Ai sat on a bench in the park, bowed her head alone, weeping silently.

"How long is she going to cry?" Xiong Wei wondered.

Wei Xiao frowned.

Dead woman, what is worth crying so sad?
He had been waiting here for so long, and it seemed that she couldn't hold back her tears.

His heart was getting more and more irritable, he didn't want to see her cry again.

Her crying always caused waves of discomfort and anxiety in his heart.

He stood up from the shade of the tree and walked straight to Zui Ai's side.

"What's there to cry about?" He asked drunk Ai Ai in a cold voice.

Zui Ai raised her head, and what caught her eyes was Wei Xiao's handsome figure. He was obviously impeccably handsome, and he was God's favorite, but the rampant arrogance on his body was like a Satanic demon from hell.

She was in the sad place, wiped the tears from her face, turned her head away, and ignored Wei Xiao.

Wei Xiao became more and more upset.

He sat down in the vacant place next to her, forced her face towards her, stretched out his thumb, and wiped the tears on her face in a frizzy manner: "Why are you crying while sitting here alone? You don't think it's embarrassing, I feel ashamed."

"What's none of your business?" Drunk Ai Ai yelled at him sadly.

"You are my woman, do you think it's none of my business?" Wei Xiao was also angry.

"I'm not your woman, don't come to me again." Zui Ai stood up from the seat.

Wiping the tears off her face, she looked at Wei Xiao angrily and stubbornly.

"Not my woman?" Wei Xiao snorted coldly.

He stood up, and leaned his tall figure in front of Zui Ai Ai.

Invisible pressure rushed towards his face. A man like him can give people an invisible sense of oppression even if he keeps his face down. What's more, he is still angry now.

He pinched her jaw straight and forced her to look up.

Her beautiful and delicate face was full of tears, and her eyes were red and swollen, like ripe peaches.

Being drunk like this made Wei Xiao inexplicably regretful and even more annoyed.

This dead woman, is she crying for Qiao Yunzhong?

What did the two of you say just now?
Make her so sad?

But he couldn't ask such a question.

He ordered her forcefully: "Drunk Ai Ai, you are my woman, you can only shed tears for me, not for others, you understand?"

(End of this chapter)